“That doesn’t make me yours.”
“But it does.” He places his large palm on my flat belly. “I would die for this baby, and it isn’t even born yet. Don’t fight this. You won’t win. Start making preparations for a wedding.” He walks out of the study.
Silence fills the car as Art drives me home later that evening.
“What about our living situation?” I ask.
“You and Sebastian are moving in with me. We’ll transfer him to the school Mason attends next year.”
“What about my mom?”
“Your mother can stay in the house. It’s hers, or she can come too.”
This is all happening so fast, my head is spinning.
“My lawyer will draw up paperwork for me to legally adopt Sebastian and for you to adopt Mason. We’re going to be a family.”
“What?”
“I already consider him my son, and Mason wants you to be his mother.”
“Trevor never relinquished his parental rights.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“What are you planning to do?”
“It doesn’t concern you.”
“How do you expect us to have a successful marriage if you shut me out? You can’t make decisions on your own.”
“I’m going to pay him a visit.”
“I want to go too.”
“No.”
“I’m coming.”
“No, the fuck you’re not!” he shouts. “I don’t want you near him. I’ll take care of all the details.”
“That’s not how a marriage works.”
“It’s how this one will.”
“The hell it is.”
“He hates you and Sebastian. You have no reason to see him again.”
“It’s been eight years. There’s a chance he’ll be more accepting of Sebastian.”
“Has he even reached out to you once?”
“No,” I admit.
“If he had a change of heart, he would have. You and Sebastian are my responsibility now. I will be good to him and our baby.”
“What about me? Will you be good to me too?”
